Siheyuan: Starting from Saving Qin Huai Ru

Chapter 30 The Seventh Grade Cook

After finishing speaking, the canteen director turned and went back to the office.

He Yuzhu put down the tea mug, Ma Hua was a little worried: "Master, this—"

He Yuzhu patted him on the shoulder: "You think of him as a god. If Xu Damao makes trouble here, he will know it? It must be something else."

"Also, aren't you too cowardly? What about the things you said before?"

"I'm not worried..." Ma Hua scratched his head in embarrassment.

He was indeed anxious and confused, for fear that the director of the cafeteria would find out the truth, so he became worried all of a sudden.

As soon as He Yuzhu said that, he came back to his senses.

The director of the cafeteria is not clairvoyant or good-natured, how can he know these things?
Pushing the door open and entering the office, He Yuzhu greeted the director of the canteen: "Director, what do you need from me?"

"Yes... I have something to do."

The canteen director sat on a chair and looked at He Yuzhu: "You left so early last night and didn't even take the leftovers?"

"Well, yes, I don't think it's a good thing."

"Come on, you, I have taken care of you once before, in order to bring leftovers to that little widow Qin Huairu, you wished you could roll up your sleeves and fight with me, have you forgotten?"

The director of the cafeteria held a water glass and looked at He Yuzhu with some sarcasm: "It's not good to know that it's not good now? How dare you fight with me back then?"

He Yuzhu was speechless.

This fucking - "Silly Zhu" is really a fool who can do anything for the little widow.

In order to bring leftovers for Qin Huairu, he almost got involved with his boss?

How much of a mess has this left me?

"The director asked me to talk about this matter?" He Yuzhu said, "I promise not to bring leftovers home from now on, is that okay?"

Anyway, He Yuzhu will keep a copy for himself when he comes out of the pot, and put it in the nine storage compartments.

Of course it's not leftovers, it's fresher than what the leaders eat.

"can!"

The director of the cafeteria stood up: "I won't hide it from you, who doesn't like meat these days?"

"Even if it's me, with six or seventy yuan a month, would I be willing to eat meat and white noodles every meal? There are old people in the family, children at home, and grandchildren and grandchildren... It's not easy."

"Take Liu Xiaobao from our cafeteria as an example. How long has it been since you ate meat?"

He Yuzhu was stunned, he didn't expect the director of the cafeteria to say such heartfelt words to him.

What does it mean?
Then He Yuzhu came to his senses—the feeling was that he was playing a fool and robbed the cafeteria director of a little convenience.

The meals served by the leaders of the Red Star Rolling Mill are absolutely delicious.

The director of the cafeteria said that it would be a favor to give these leftovers to anyone, and it would be an absolute weapon to win people over...

Needless to say, the Liu Xiaobao he was talking about was either related or a relative of the canteen director.

It is estimated that he has long been envious of the benefits of "Silly Zhu".

It was the original silly Zhu, who belonged to a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water and was good at cooking, so no one could touch him, so there was no way.

Now that He Yuzhu didn't take the leftovers, the director of the cafeteria called him to ask what was going on.

After asking, it really changed a lot - Sha Zhu is no longer a fool.

"Director, I won't take the leftovers from now on, you just watch the arrangement."

"After all, the cafeteria is your territory. Whether to give it to someone or not to whom it is up to you to think in your heart; I am your soldier, am I not?" He Yuzhu said calmly.

Hearing what He Yuzhu said, the director of the cafeteria showed joy on his face, and rubbed his palms together: "Good! Good!"

"Comrade He Yuzhu, you are finally reasonable!"

"In the past, you didn't give me face, and I didn't give you face... So for some things, I don't blame you, and you don't blame me either."

"Let me say one thing, I hope you don't hold grudges."

"It used to be a fool, but now you are my leader, He Yuzhu, what grudge can I have against you?" He Yuzhu said sincerely.

The director of the cafeteria felt that what he said was transparent, and his spirit was different from when he always pretended to be a wolf with a big tail and was in a daze.

"Okay then, let me tell you..."

The director of the canteen walked around the table and walked up to He Yuzhu: "He Yuzhu, you are now an eighth-level cook, with a monthly salary of 37 yuan and [-] cents."

"But your skills are well known to the entire rolling mill. Not to mention eighth-level cooks, even fifth-level cooks may not be as skilled as you."

"But why are you still an eighth-level cook?"

"First, it's about your age. You are indeed a little younger. Second, I didn't give you two chances to raise your cook rank in the past few years."

He Yuzhu was not in a hurry to get angry, he waited for the canteen director's next words.

The canteen director really admired He Yuzhu now.

If this kind of thing were to be put aside, the previous silly Zhu would have grinned and jumped up.

Now the expression is calm, just waiting for the next voice.

This thoughtful attitude, not to mention the original fool, is much stronger than ordinary people.

"Now, this opportunity can be given to you."

The director of the canteen took out an application for the rank of a cook and wrote his name on it.

Wang Baoshan.

"Submit this application and it will be completed before the Chinese New Year. You will be a seventh-level cook next month."

"The salary is 43 yuan and [-] cents."

"Level [-] cook, let's talk about it next year."

The canteen director said with a smile.

He Yuzhu nodded: "Okay, thank you very much."

To improve the relationship with me, I haven't forgotten to remind me that the sixth-level cook still has to rely on him.

This is called kindness and power.

He Yuzhu could hear that the director of the cafeteria wanted to make himself a loyal dog, but unfortunately, He Yuzhu really had no intention of being a leader and licking the dog.

He Yuzhu responded with a few words neither salty nor light, and left the office.

Wang Baoshan, the director of the cafeteria, smiled first, then frowned, and said to himself: "Why do I feel that it is even more difficult to deal with than before?"

"I can understand the original stupid fool, but now I can't understand."

As soon as He Yuzhu returned to the kitchen, Ma Hua came over: "Master, what's going on?"

"Oh, the director said, let me mention the level of the cook. From the eighth level to the seventh level, the salary has increased to 43 yuan and [-] cents."

Ma Hua said happily: "It's a good thing, Master, it's worth celebrating!"

"good."

He Yuzhu smiled. Regarding the material conditions of this era, he actually doesn't have much hope.

A little more money and a little less, isn’t it all about eating and drinking?He Yuzhu seems to have no shortage at all.

"Today I will teach you another dish."

Ma Hua was even happier, and quickly patted his chest to express that he would definitely remember it well.

He Yuzhu nodded, and glanced at the cafeteria: Liu Lan hasn't come back yet, and the fat man is looking at this side.

Liu Xiaobao, the director's relational accountant, glanced at him, smiled on the surface, and continued to cut the pier.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and cafeterias are also small rivers and lakes.

The courtyard backyard, Xu Damao's home.

There was a clanging sound, and many people stood on tiptoe to watch.

After a while, six people who looked like refugees left the courtyard with big bags and small bags, smiling.

The second aunt came over curiously and took a look. Lou Xiao'e sat at the table and sulked.

Xu Damao's eyes were blank, as if he had just been dragged into the ground and ruined several times.

"what happened?"

The second aunt asked in a low voice.

Lou Xiao'e took a sharp breath and slapped the table, startling the second aunt: "Xu Damao! If you don't explain things clearly to me today, the two of us will never finish!"

"Who is this Yang Dahong? Why did you come to our house?"

"Look, pots and pans, kettles and bedding, as long as they fancy something, what do you let them take away?"

"You know your sister like that? What kind of virtue does this family have!"

Xu Damao lay down on the bare bed, looking at the house that seemed to have been ransacked: "How the hell would I know?"

"I seem to have been calculated."

(End of this chapter)